Die Trying Novels & Stories

“You want me to die—not just die, but die in despair and agony. That’s the only thing that will make you happy, isn’t it?!” “What the f*ck?!” Silence. A beat later, Deirdre finally spoke in a voice interrupted by her tears. “I’ll do it. I’ll take her place and die. As long as… As long as my mom gets to live as she did before. I’ll do exactly what you wanted and disappear from your life forever!”

“My God. Brentley, his skin’s ice cold, and he’s white as a ghost. Should we fetch a healer?” “Bjorn?” Brentley’s concerned voice filled my other ear. “Can you talk, mate? What’s going on?” I shook my head. “No,” I gasped. “No.” I looked at him, barely seeing his face through a thick fog. “I think… I think… She’s dying.” Brentley merely squinted. “What?” He shook his head. “Who? Who’s dying?” His eyes widened with alarm. “Allera?”

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

The dog appeared at the brink of death as it lay there in a coma, breathing weakly. Rex sat paralyzed to one side as if he had lost the whole world. Hilda, too, couldn't accept it. How can a healthy dog turn out this way? The atmosphere was gloomy all the way to Africa. Rex kept staring at Kater without eating nor drinking. Nathan had to persuade him for a long time before he would drink some milk. Hilda glanced at Kater and Rex, then took out her phone and checked the news about Taadi City. Taadi City was in turmoil. Diana, an A list celebrity, had died under suspicious circumstances, while Salem came out to place all the blame on Connie.

Sh*t, that’d have been so much better! Diego’s body was still shaking like a leaf. He desperately wanted to fight Zayn again, even if it cost him his life! In spite of that, the coward did not have the guts to do so. His fear of death only discouraged him further. ‘I’m only thirty-five, and I’ve got my whole life ahead of me. I don’t want to die like this.’

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

She still didn’t reply. “You want water?” His eyes darted around the living room in search of water, but there was none. “Hey!” He called out. “Anyone there?” “Santi… Tiago,” she called out his name amidst the choking coughs. “Nina…” he whispered her name while staring down at her. “I’m dying,” a thin tear broke out from the corner of her eyes as she looked at him desperately in need of help. “Dying?” He brushed her hair away from her face.

You need to go back in there now. She yanked herself free. "Stop this nonsense. The patient over there has an aortic dissection. Do you know how high the mortality rate is? Every minute wasted brings that patient one step closer to death. Can you stop being so selfish?" Selfish? My voice shot up. "What's wrong with wanting my wife to save her own son? If that kid is so talented, why don't you send your precious student to handle the other surgery?" The moment the words left my mouth, she slapped me. "You're being ridiculous," she said coldly.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really

She glances at it under the table. One message, unknown number. “𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑖, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔”